Monday, April 8, 2013

Hugs and Cuddling and Prayers for Forgiveness of Debts


Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Dear Kathy and Suzy,
            Today was another cuddling session—hugs and finance, hugs, and bills, hugs and talk of people she’d better pay off, but hugs, nonetheless.
            I got a chocolate milk shake for Mom at Jack in the Box by Vivian Ave. (I think it is)—drive through-- and got to Aegis at 1:40 or something like that.  I saw Kay in the dining room, and their bedroom door was closed, so I knocked and went in.  Mom was lying on her bed with her hands folded on what would have been her lap had she not been lying down.  She didn’t really want to sit up at all, but the milk shake motivated her, and even though she took just a little bit at a time, there were  several times, and she said it was one of the best she’d ever had. 
            Since she didn’t want to even sit up, I didn’t expect her to accept my invitation to the garden, but I asked her just out of habit, and then I lay down beside her and put my arms around her.  She said it felt good, but then she said that if “Confucious” came in, she’d say, “So that’s what you’re up to,” so I had better be ready to spring. 
            I told her I was ready.  I also asked, “Is that what you call Kay?  Confucious?” and Mom said, “Not to her face.  She doesn’t have a sense of humor AT ALL.  She really, really hates me.”  
            I told Mom that Kay/Confucious had neurological problems.  Everyone in their right mind loves her, and they’d have to be out of their mind not to.
            I read her the nice  letter from the person in her reading group, but Mom was more interested in getting her accounts squared away than in reading anything besides bank books. She didn’t know how she was going to pay all the bills.  People were lining up.  I told her I’d heard that her bills were all paid, and she didn’t have to worry, and she said, “That’s good to hear.”          And then she asked, “Where is my bank account.”
              She also told me, “I’m praying to God to forgive my debts or help me pay them and make my path more…accessible.” 
            She called me Tina, which I don’t think she has done the last two times, though last Sunday she introduced me to Divina along with Jonathan as “My daughter and grandson.” 
            Then she said, “I’ve been thinking about Jonathan.  He’s so sweet and thoughtful.  Is anyone threatening to sue him if he doesn’t come through?”
            “Come through with what?” I asked, expecting her to speak of ransom.
            “A ring, a date, and a reason.”
            “A reason for what?”
            “The date.”
            “You’re right!  It’s good to have a reason for the date.  I don’t think anyone’s suing him.  But you can ask  him when he’s out here again—for your birthday.”
            “If I make it.”
            “What do you mean if you make it?”
            “Well, my  mother’s planning my party, but I don’t know if I’ll get there or how much bloodshed there will be before the party’s over.” 
            I told her I hoped there wouldn’t be any bloodshed at all, and I hope that didn’t put too much more pressure on her—set too high a standard. 
            I asked her what she’d like to do at her party  (besides attend to the bloodshed) and she said, “Sit and look at people.” 
            She told me that I’d better go before her roommate came back, and I reminded her that I’d just heard that all her bills were paid and she didn’t have anything to worry about, money wise, and everyone loved her. 
            “Anyone who doesn’t love you is out of her mind.”
            I told her I loved her, and she repeated after me.
            I told her I’d bring her another milk shake the next time I came, Saturday, and I’d try to have a straw that bends.

            Love,
            Tina

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